father
built of the finest stone
and breathing wood
my anchor
in rough waters
you do not let me fly
you do not let me drown
father
built of the softest down
and bluest eyes
my anchor
*my anchor

crazy lady on a bike,
so pretty?
so pretty?!
then why so lonely,
crazy bike lady?

tell me the things
i need to know to
reverse this spell
of reflection | rejection

pretty is as
pretty does
and pretty does *nothing.

(you really hurt me)


you should know
that it's not the
|disgraceful| exit
i find so maddening
but the |prompt|
painful
pairing
the world-wide
replacement
giving a home to something
you would not give to me.

some kind
of ray of light
| i look forward to your words |
moving on the rhythm
of the groove
i wait
at the river.

i will break in
the coming together
i will break
against the falling apart.

i think it's all
i ever wanted in my
whole life,
to lay under this tree
be swept by these great,
weeping branches.

i think it's all
i ever wanted in my
whole life,
to feel this violent wind,
the spray of water and
the filtered sun.

i think it's all
i ever wanted in my
whole life,
to hold this pen
and see this lined paper,
hear the traffic and the birds.

it's all i ever wanted
it's all i ever wanted.

i need to learn to
let the silence speak
let the actions speak
let your absence speak.

i can't stop folding paper
and it's a beautiful thing
the creasing
the giving way to my demands
the colors, my god!
the colors!
i like the symmetry
the memory
the forgetting.

if i don't walk around
like queen of the world,
who will?